The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Lisa’s room, casting a soft glow across the table where Lisa and Lloyd sat for breakfast.
The clinking of cutlery against porcelain was the only sound between them, the silence heavy with unspoken thoughts.
Lloyd glanced up from his plate, noticing the faraway look in Lisa’s eyes. Her shoulders were slumped, her usual lively demeanor dulled.
“Lisa,” Lloyd said gently, setting his fork down. “What’s on your mind?”
Lisa hesitated, pushing a piece of toast around her plate. Finally, she sighed. “It’s just... everything”
“Everything?” Lloyd leaned forward, his tone encouraging.
She looked at him, her brown eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Our marriage... it’s put such a strain on my relationship with my family, we can’t even sit a
